Eversong (Midnight Playground)

by Bradley, Eden

  Ever smiled, lowered his hand to tear at the silk covering her gorgeous flesh and the remains of her chemise fell to the floor. A shudder of pleasure ran through her as he picked her up and carried her, naked, to his big desk. He laid her down on the sleek surface, his gaze never leaving hers as he undressed.

  Mercy watched as Ever removed his clothes, as his lean body was revealed. Just the sight of him went through her like heat lightning, a shock of pure need. She felt her cunt go wet all at once, soaked and swollen. She spread her thighs, watched as his black, bottomless gaze shifted to her open sex. He licked his lips.

  “I need you, Ever. I need your touch. Your mouth on me. Please.”

  He smiled, went down on his knees and pulled her to the edge of the desk, so that her legs were draped over his shoulders. He went to work right away, his tongue thrusting into her aching hole.

  “Ah, Ever. It’s too good.”

  He pushed his tongue deeper, in and out like some small, hot cock, yet softer, silkier. He began a pulsing thrust then, his hands holding her thighs wider. Her hands went into his hair, tearing the leather cord that held the satin tresses back, burying her fingers in them.

  “Come on, Ever. Make me come. Over and over.”

  He thrust deeper, his sharp teeth scraping at her pussy lips.

  “Oh, that’s good…”

  Her hips arched as her climax hit, pleasure roaring through her system, making her cry out. But he never stopped. His tongue kept working inside her, and he slipped his hands over her inner thighs, down, until his fingers were pressing inside her along with his hot, wet tongue.

  “Oh…”

  He shifted, taking her hard clit between his teeth, nibbling then sucking, sucking.

  She came again, lights going off in her mind, as brilliant and shattering as the sensations rocking her body.

  Ever pulled away long enough to demand, “Again.”

  He stood and flipped her over onto her stomach. She loved when he did this—handled her as if she were a doll. And instantly he was pulling her up on to her hands and knees on the hard desk and spreading her wide. He dove right in with tongue and lips, his fingers working her clitoris this time, rubbing, rubbing, while his tongue pushed into her then pulled out so he could suck on the swollen folds. And as he did, he smacked her ass, just a few stinging slaps that drove sensation higher.

  Once more her climax rolled over her, hard, thundering waves that made her shiver all over.

  “Ever!”

  He pulled her off the desk then bent her over it, holding on to her hips, her toes barely grazing the floor. Her breasts were crushed against the painted antique wood. She could smell the wood, the faint, lingering scent of Ever’s hands from years of use. Her own juices left on the surface.

  “I have to fuck you now, my love,” he said, his tone a low growl.

  “Yes. Do it, Ever.”

  “But first, I have to truly spank you.”

  “Oh yes.”

  His hand came down hard on her ass, and she smiled to herself.

  “More, please.”

  Ever laughed. “I’ll give you more.”

  He chuckled as he spanked her, one sharp blow after another, the pain sending lovely shivers through her system. Her pussy pulsed with need that grew with each strike of his palm on her flesh.

  “Are you ready, my Mercy? Are you wet?” Ever swiped at her slit with his fingers. “Ah, you are more than ready.” He pushed two fingers into her, and she moaned. “You need it all, don’t you? You need both of us. Call Deo to us.”

  Silently, she cast her mind out into the club, searching. She found him in the dungeon. He was watching a beautiful pair of male vampires torture a lovely young female human. She was bound by a pair of cuffs dangling from a chain, her arms overhead. She watched through Deo’s delighted eyes as one of the vampires struck the woman’s ass while the other sucked on her nipples. She took the scene in along with Deo as they worked the mortal girl, who was writhing with pleasure. Felt along with Deo as his own pleasure mounted. Felt it like a warm blow as the human woman came. Mercy’s clit pulsed along with hers, and she panted, squirming in Ever’s grasp.

  “I see it too,” Ever said softly. “I feel her pleasure. Her pain. I feel the hum of her blood. I can smell the scent of it, sweet with her climax. It makes me want your sweet pussy all the more. Call Deo to us.”

  She nodded, closed her eyes and did so. He answered, one word in her mind.

  Yes.

  Her heart beat faster simply knowing Deo would join them. Ever lifted her and sat her on the edge of the desk then moved to her side. He leaned in and kissed her lips. Softly at first, maddening her with need, then harder, until he was panting into her mouth. He tasted of the ancient stone of his years, of her own come. She reached down and took his cock in her hand. It was hard, pulsing in her palm as she squeezed him. She smiled into his kiss when she felt a shudder of pleasure ripple through him.

  Ever pulled back just as she heard the soft snick of the door opening. She sensed Deo as he crossed the room. Smelled the familiar, male scent of his skin. Vampire yet something almost human about him still. Delicious.

  She looked up and found him naked, smiling down at her. His cock was hard for her, for Ever. Thick and ready, the head darker with his need.

  “You called,” he said.

  “We called,” Ever said. “We called you here to fuck me while I go down on our darling Mercy. While I make her come again.”

  “God, I can smell it, her come,” Deo said, “Even before I came into the room. It’s making me so damned hard. My cock is ready for you both.”

  “Come fuck me, then,” Ever said with a small laugh.

  She saw Deo’s warm smile as he moved behind Ever. Loved the contrast of Deo’s hard-packed muscle against Ever’s lithe form. She waited with breathless anticipation for him to enter the old vampire’s body. Watched over Ever’s shoulder as Deo grasped his shoulder with one hand, using the other to guide his cock into Ever’s ass. As he thrust, Ever’s body shifted, pleasure washing over his beautiful face. His features went absolutely soft, his mouth loosening. She reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him in, kissing him hard as he moaned into her mouth.

  “Taste her, Ever,” Deo said, his own voice ragged with pleasure. “I want to see you lick her sweet cunt. I want to taste her through you.”

  Ever moved down her body, pausing to bite one nipple, causing a riot of sensation to shimmer over her skin. As he moved lower, she felt the wet droplet of blood on her nipple. Deo swiped at it with his thumb, sucked on it, licking the blood off as she spread her thighs, tilted her hips, and Ever’s mouth latched on to her soaked and needy cunt once more.

  Then it was a flurry of sensation—Ever’s mouth on her sex, sucking, licking, his tongue thrusting inside her, his fingers pushing into her ass as Deo’s cock surged into his. Her hand pumping Ever’s hard cock, like velvet-covered steel, yet pulsing, pulsing. Time stilled, suspended in the sensations washing over her. She no longer knew which was hers, which was Ever’s, which was Deo’s. She became everything at once. Cock, pussy, ass. Nipples, skin and tongues. Probing fingers and a pure driving pleasure that was all the sweeter because it was them, all of them together. Because it was love.

  When they came, they came together—all of them at once, their climaxes merging. There was, for several moments, no sense of individuality. She saw simultaneously, it seemed, images in the minds of her vampire lovers. Ever’s lost Vérún. She felt his intense love for her as he took her in his arms, the acrid scent of the ocean piercing the veil of memory. She saw Deo on the beach in Valencia, this time with a woman with long wild hair and gorgeous dark eyes, nearly as dark as Ever’s, straddling Deo’s body as she rode him. And again, the ocean crashed in the background, the salt and the seaweed floating on the waves invading her senses. And finally, she saw the moment of her own Turning, the rogue vampire Gaius poised over her, the sweet pleasure of him drinking her blood. The panic
when she knew she was dying. The wild taste of his vampiric blood on her tongue as he fed her. Turned her. Saved her.

  It was as if it were happening all over again. The peeling wallpaper and the half-rotted floor of the empty house he’d taken her to. He’d kept her tied down to an old iron bed at first. She shivered, trying to pull her mind back from the memory.

  Over and over he’d drunk from her, so often and so fully she was too weak to move. Finally, he tore the ropes from her wrists and let her lie on the floor, watching her.

  “I have lost everything, over and over. They all left me. Or died when I took too much,” he muttered, his accent thick, his voice deep, guttural. He was pacing back and forth like a caged animal. “But they offered themselves to me, did they not? And this is how they repay me for my gift. My gift! Eternal life. My blood.” He stopped, towering over her. “I gave you my blood, Mercy. You are a part of me now.”

  Was she?

  “You dare to question me?” he roared, making her tremble. “Do you not think I can hear every thought in your head? Do not take me for a fool. Oh no. I may be less than sane, but I am no fool!”

  He stomped his foot, the floorboards quaking.

  “Please,” she whimpered, too frightened to know what she begged for.

  Then he was on his knees beside her, pity on his lean, handsome face. “No, do not cry. Here, drink from me. Be a part of me. See what I offer you? Immortality. Yes…”

  She drank his blood, latching on to his arm as it poured down her throat like some exquisite nectar she’d never even dreamed of. Pleasure simmered in her body. Her heart filled with love for him.

  Gaius.

  Pain and terror and a sadness so great, she couldn’t comprehend it.

  A sharp jolt of pure pleasure brought her back into her body. Even as she came, felt the force of Deo’s orgasm, and Ever’s, tears poured down her cheeks. Tears for Gaius.

  Her enemy.

  Her maker.

  She couldn’t escape the dream-state, the mental connection between her two lovers. Some part of her was aware of it, as if from a great distance. She saw Ever’s brothers being cast into a stormy sea, all of them tossed from their ship as if they were paper dolls in the wind. She felt the pain of his loss, his loss of faith in the gods who had failed him. She witnessed once more as though it were happening to her, Deo’s family being torn from him by the bomb that had killed them, felt the heat of the blast. His heart breaking.

  No!

  They were shaking her. She could feel it. But she was caught in the web of remembered emotions. Deo’s, Ever’s. Her own. Caught in pain, caught in dread.

  Gaius’s handsome face—oh yes, he was handsome, stunning, as the vampires always were, with his sleek black hair, his luminescent eyes. He frightened her. And yet…and yet…

  She knew the taste of his blood on her tongue, strong and pure and sweet. Knew how tortured his mind was, how lost in agony. Insanity. Her mind cried out for his pain as she saw once more, as if she were merely an observer of the incident, Gaius hunched over her in the abandoned building, drinking the life from her. She was already Turned, and still he would drink from her until she was nearly drained before giving her his own blood, reviving her. A seemingly endless cycle of fear and weakness, sadness and pain. Then the bizarre surges of incredible strength that still would never match Gaius’s own.

  There was no escaping him. No more than he could escape the ravings of a lunatic mind that had lived and thought, analyzed and philosophized for far, far too long.

  She knew that even now he was being hunted. Like a dog. That when the vampire Council caught him, they would kill him. Drown him in the ocean, that scent she couldn’t escape.

  He couldn’t escape.

  A sob rose in her chest, and soon she was crying until she thought her heart would burst. She felt Ever and Deo holding her tight, cradling her as they would a child as they carried her through the double doors behind Ever’s ornate desk and into his bedroom, to the big bed. She felt the softness of the mattress beneath her, the hard muscles of her lovers’ arms. The images faded, went dark. She couldn’t open her eyes, couldn’t see.

  “Mercy, my love,” Deo crooned to her.

  Ever was quiet, but she felt the strength of his arms around her.

  Finally her body, her mind, calmed. When she was able to focus again, they were both looking down at her, concern etched on their faces. Concern and a love so powerful she could feel it as though it were a palpable thing. As much from Ever as from Deo.

  “I’m sorry,” she said finally.

  “Shh, there’s no need to be,” Deo assured her, stroking her cheek. “Don’t be sorry, love. You can’t help it, any of it. We love you. Don’t worry about anything.”

  She turned to Ever. “Do you love me, Ever?”

  Why did it feel more crucial to her than it had before, with the strange thoughts in her head about Gaius?

  His hand cupped her cheek, and she saw on his face an expression more fierce than any she’d seen before. There was power there, more power than she knew she could even conceive of. And love. So much love it made her heart swell.

  “I love you, Mercy. I love you both, you and Deo. You are mine. And I am yours. I will not let anything happen to you. I swore it the day I met you. I mean it even more now. You are a part of me.”

  “We are a part of each other,” Deo said, his tone nearly as fierce. “We will protect you, Ever and I.”

  Her lovers exchanged a glance, and she knew it was a silent agreement.

  She was a part of them. As Gaius had wanted her to be. Only this time, it was true. It was what she desired most.

  Suddenly she was exhausted, in a way she hadn’t been since her Turning.

  “What happened to me just now?” she asked.

  Ever shook his head. “It’s something I can’t explain. It’s something about the connection. It makes us raw. Open.”

  “Yes,” she agreed.

  “Do not worry about it. We are with you. You’re safe here, in the Midnight Playground. With us.”

  “I’m so tired. It’s strange.” She felt her voice going softer, as though speaking were a great effort. “I thought we don’t need to sleep, we immortals. But I feel as if I do.”

  Ever was stroking her hair. It was a lovely sensation. She heard him talking—even her own voice—as if from some great distance.

  “We do not sleep, but we do go through periods of rest. It’s rare. It can happen with a newer vampire, after times of great stress. The two of you have been through a terrible time. And now, perhaps, that you are truly safe, your body senses it can rest. Adjust to this existence. This is the most I can explain. Some things remain a mystery to us.”

  “Is she all right?” Deo asked, his brows drawing together.

  “Yes. She will lie here for a time.” Ever brushed his fingertips over her cheek. “Rest, our Mercy. Our love. We will watch over you.”

  She tried to nod her head, but a strange numbness seemed to be taking over her body. Her limbs felt as if they were made of lead, impossibly heavy. She felt, again as if from some faraway place, as Ever and Deo settled in with her, one on either side, their bodies surrounding her with their warmth. Their strength. Their love.

  Her eyes closed. And even though she did not sleep, her mind drifted into some warm, numb place. She let it happen while awareness remained—of her two lovers, of the room, the dark night outside the windows—as if reality were a dream. But Deo’s arms were around her, and Ever’s. She was safe.

  Chapter Six

  Mercy struggled against the fog that had filled her mind for…how long? She didn’t know. She’d felt Deo and Ever with her, sometimes one of them, sometimes both at once. She’d watched with the clear vampiric vision of her mind the two of them together, fucking on the hard marble floor. Watched as Deo had taken Ever’s long cock into his mouth. As they had kissed. Stroked each other’s bodies with clever, searching hands and tongues.

  Even in her dream-sta
te she felt desire for them. Love for them. Felt their desire for each other. Their love—for each other, for her. But it was time to wake now. To become a part of the world once more.

  She forced her eyes to open and found Deo resting beside her. She blinked. He smiled.

  “You are back, my love.” He kissed her lips, her cheek, lifted her hand and brushed his lips over her fingertips.

  “How long was I…?”

  “For three days. I was worried. I reached into your mind, but everything was so dim. Ever assured me you were fine, but still… I’m glad you’re back with us.”

  “Yes. I’m better now.”

  “I’m glad. Do you need to feed? I can have Calam send for one of the club members.”

  “Not yet. I’ll feed later.”

  Deo stroked her hair, running it through his fingers, as he often did. His eyes were that lovely blue-green of the summer sea. “What was it like, love? Did you dream?”

  “No dreams. It was as if my mind was at rest. I felt you here with me. Both of you. I felt safe.”

  “We were always with you, love, one or both of us. We always will be.”

  She flexed her feet, her legs, feeling her strength returning. She lifted her hand to his smooth cheek, loving the hard silk of his immortal flesh beneath her palm.

  “I love you, Deo.”

  “As I love you. Always. Truly forever.”

  “Yes.” She smiled. “Where is Ever?”

  “Conducting some club business. He’ll be back soon. You can’t wait to have him.” Deo grinned. “I can feel your need.”

  Mercy laughed. “Always. Both of you, my lovers. My loves. But I need a bath first. Draw one for me?”

  “I’ll be right back.”

  He kissed her hand once more and stood. Mercy stretched, raising her arms over her head. It felt good. A bath would feel wonderful. And being in her lovers’ arms, their bodies joined, even better.

  It was nighttime, she realized, her gaze going to the high windows. There was no moon tonight. Or perhaps it was simply obscured by clouds. She could smell the rain outside, heard the distant rumble of thunder. And in the club below her, if she focused, she could hear the heavy pulse-beat of music, of human blood thundering in those delicate veins. She could hear—could sense—the desire. And something else… What was it?